Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -88


Simply Couplets-1(uneven couplet)


The doors of the mouth ever unshut on a pretext
Craving mouth craves blaming the teeth in set

The tainted teeth of gourmet-colours
Act to curse the tongue of tastes

Doused in tastes the luscious tongue
Chides the cooking hands fakely in slang

Berate the hands falsely the walking feet
For often they 're on a shopping fleet

'The order'mutter the shopping legs
'By the stomach and its hungry yowls'

It's the mind of my master
Grumbles the stomach with its hunger

O'mind what do you say
Towing your master your way

Gluttonous self clutches an impaired castle dangerous
O'master cherish a life then gorgeous?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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  • Shimon Weinroth (9/29/2008 7:23:00 AM)

    alas we are enslaved by those hormones of gluttony and a weak resistance,
    well wrtten filled with all the emotin and notions,
    thank you for commenting on munching you mighht want to read my poem gluttony (Report) Reply

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